Summary: Brooke nearly gets played by an odd foreigner, but turns the tables just enough to get her car back into proper shape. The accused: One Harry. A strange guy with a con artist grin and a sleazy suit. The last of the morning rush is just starting to filter out. Business men running to their offices after their Bloody Mary's or Vodka and cranberry. Brooke is at the bar, closing out the drawer for the shift and talking lightly with one of the usual patrons. A weasel-faced man... read more
